Much has
been written on the subject of love in general, yet
little effort and few words have been devoted to the
appreciation of its finer- even if smaller- aspects. As
I see it, the minute details are infinitely the most
important.

A shared glance, both intense and
mesmerizing. The caress of your lover's gentle yet
assertive hand. Words blurted in unison, evidence
surely of mind linkage. Her voice, and its ability to
send estatic chills through you with each word passing
her plump lips. Waking aside another, aside her, each
morning, vibrant and curiously awaiting the
possibilities the newborn day holds for the two of
you.

Yes, indeed, the shading of her rosebud lips
upturned in joy, smiling a smile only lovers know how
to wear. Greatest of all to witness is the exchange of
hearts, in words, in deeds, in thoughts, and especially
in truth.

These things, as all else of great
value, are sadly never fully appreciated as they occur,
but rather later in a bitter-sweet longing to regain
that moment which has been forever
lost.